It's not as glib a question as it seems, and Quentin's hands twist together. Not for magic, not for a tut for truth or anything like that. But a nervous habit. Newly formed after 'Brian' cut his hair and changed his wardrobe and generally led a boring, gray life without magic, without wonders and without dangers.
It seemed like a lifetime ago.
Instead of looking directly at Wayne, Quentin's eyes cut away and he's looking at the window. Out of it, as if he's got a chance in hell of seeing anything other than what's been there all along. Darkness and trees. Small, flicking torches in the distance.
"I..." Quentin starts, stopping to try and get his mind about this, about what he's about to say. And he's going to sound like a crazy person, but- "I'm from timeline 40. What I did in my world? I tried to do it thirty-nine times before and I failed. Every time. Until this last one. I don't remember those timelines, but-" and it's in fits and starts, as he feels his way around this. Around trying to explain the concept of space-time and Time-keys and timelines that all roll out from his one central one.
"In timeline twenty-three, I-- the me in that timeline. He lost his Shade. He killed a lot of people, and. I get to live with knowing that that is also in me. That want- to do that. But it's not me."
Jesus, just act like a person and Quentin looks back, eyes moving slowly until he's looking at where Wayne's eyes should be behind that black mask. "You can change the future."
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It's not as glib a question as it seems, and Quentin's hands twist together. Not for magic, not for a tut for truth or anything like that. But a nervous habit. Newly formed after 'Brian' cut his hair and changed his wardrobe and generally led a boring, gray life without magic, without wonders and without dangers.
It seemed like a lifetime ago.
Instead of looking directly at Wayne, Quentin's eyes cut away and he's looking at the window. Out of it, as if he's got a chance in hell of seeing anything other than what's been there all along. Darkness and trees. Small, flicking torches in the distance.
"I..." Quentin starts, stopping to try and get his mind about this, about what he's about to say. And he's going to sound like a crazy person, but- "I'm from timeline 40. What I did in my world? I tried to do it thirty-nine times before and I failed. Every time. Until this last one. I don't remember those timelines, but-" and it's in fits and starts, as he feels his way around this. Around trying to explain the concept of space-time and Time-keys and timelines that all roll out from his one central one.
"In timeline twenty-three, I-- the me in that timeline. He lost his Shade. He killed a lot of people, and. I get to live with knowing that that is also in me. That want- to do that. But it's not me."
Jesus, just act like a person and Quentin looks back, eyes moving slowly until he's looking at where Wayne's eyes should be behind that black mask. "You can change the future."